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Helen and Belle obeyed Heavy, who seemed quite practical in this emergency. Ruth had no strength, or breath, for the time being, but lay Reside die fire herself. Meanwhile Madge and Lluella scrapped the red coals out from the rock and swept the platform clean with green branches.
"We are going about this thing in the wrong way, girls," she said quietly. "At least, I think we are." "How are we?" demanded Helen. "Surely, we all want to help Mrs. Tellingham." "And Old Briarwood," cried Belle Tingley. "And all the students of our Alma Mater will want to join in," maintained Lluella. "Now you've said it!" cried Ruth, with a sudden smile.
"Did you ever know why they call that thing in your elbow the funny bone?" asked Heavy, mighty serious. "No," said Belle, rubbing the elbow vigorously. "Why, it's what makes folks 'laugh in their sleeves," chuckled the plump girl. "Oh, dear me! isn't she smart?" groaned Lluella. "Almost as smart as my Cousin Bill," said The Fox, breaking into the conversation.
Tellingham doesn't like the story to be repeated," added Miss Fairfax. "She thinks such superstitions aren't good for the minds of the Primes and Infants," and the story-teller laughed. "However, it is a fact that the original owner of Briarwood Hall had a beautiful daughter. She was the apple of his eye all beautiful daughters are apples of their fathers' eyes," said Lluella, laughing.
There were two quartette rooms side by side, in which were hatched most of the fun and good times that happened at Briarwood Hall. In one were Ruth, Helen, Mercy, and Ann Hicks, the girl from the west. The other had long been the room of The Fox, Heavy, Belle Tingley, and Lluella Fairfax.
"I don't suppose there's really any danger of the children getting hurt here, Mrs. Belding?" proceeded the thin mother. "I believe not. Laura says there is no danger " "Oh, your Laura is a regular athlete!" interrupted the fat woman. "My Lluella says she is just wonderful." "So does my Grace," declared the thin lady on the other side.
"They're awfully strict with the boys over at Seven Oaks," sighed Heavy, who was chewing industriously as she talked, sitting cross-legged on the floor. "What are you eating, Heavy?" demanded Belle, suddenly. "Some of those doughnut holes, I bet!" giggled Lluella. "They must be awful filling, Heavy." "Nothing is filling," replied the stout girl.
"And if we had some salt," complained Lluella. "I don't like fish without salt not much." "You're a fine female Robinson Crusoe," laughed Tom. "This is real 'roughing it. I expect all you girls will weaken by morning." "Oh, oh!" cried his sister, "you talk as though you thought we would be obliged to stay here, Tom." "I don't just see how we're to get out to-night," Tom returned, grimly.
"This won't do," said Ruth, briskly. "Whoever it is cannot get to us." "And we can't get to him!" cried Lluella. "I am going to try. I'll go alone. You girls keep hollering. I won't go out of earshot," promised Ruth. "Don't do it, Ruthie! You'll be lost," cried Helen. "Then whatever should we do?" "I won't get lost not if you girls continue to shout," returned her chum.
"That's the way to treat them!" declared Madge, tossing her head, when the boys had gone. "I don't know," said Ruth slowly. "We might be glad to have them help us get the pine-needles." "I believe you are too soft-hearted, Ruth Fielding," declared Belle Tingley. "It's because she likes Tom so well," said Lluella, slily.
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